i will breathe you in, with all your noxious fumes, and stale smells of lingering garlic. i will breathe you in and exude you through my pores, sweet fragrance of a washed newborn
I will take your tender gifts of flowers that so soon rot and decay and i will accept your slow days that lay dull as a frying pan waiting in the sink. i will savor you when you taste like metal in my mouth, or when your promise is the sweetness of a pomegranate turned bitter
I will take your mountains and your oceans, swallowing them whole, or grinding them between my teeth to crumbs i will even touch your fears that prickle like hair on a wary man's neck or a stray dog in fight.
I will embrace you, when you threaten to choke the trees that line the road, their leaves caked with dust. I will embrace you not because you are beautiful, but because you are nothing, but a spray of oil from the peel of an orange
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I no longer love her, that is certain, but maybe I love her.
i will breathe you in,
with all your noxious fumes,
and stale smells of lingering garlic.
i will breathe you in and exude you
through my pores, sweet fragrance
of a washed newborn
I will take your tender gifts of flowers
that so soon rot and decay
and i will accept your slow days that lay dull
as a frying pan waiting in the sink.
i will savor you when you taste like metal in my mouth,
or when your promise is the sweetness of a pomegranate turned bitter
I will take your mountains and your oceans,
swallowing them whole,
or grinding them between my teeth
to crumbs
i will even touch your fears that prickle
like hair on a wary man's neck or a stray dog in fight.
I will embrace you, when you threaten
to choke the trees that line the road,
their leaves caked with dust.
I will embrace you
not because you are beautiful,
but because you are nothing,
but a spray of oil from the peel of an orange
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